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350 Years of Christmas

And except for his Mouse, not a creature was stirring.

With a delicate touch he began to compose,

Taking great care not to be too verbose.

"Where to begin," mused the old Crimson elf,

"I must find a way to distribute the pelf."

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For Oliver North by Mid-East Express,

A fifth of something to help with the press.

For big boss Ronnie some porcelain pots,

With the one bloom he needs: forget-me-nots.

A special gown for First Lady Nancy

Worth a few thou--nothing too fancy.

A urine cup for A.G. Ed Meese,

A useful container for moral release.

To Bill Bennett, a man who bangs his own gong,

His favorite fetish: an undergrad's bong.

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